Asher, having recovered from his surprise, composed himself and looked at Rowena, his brows knitted in curiosity. "What do you mean you've been wary of Rebecca for years?" he asked, his tone steady, belying the intrigue swirling in his mind.
He had always assumed Rebecca maintained a friendly facade towards Rowena, especially considering she was expecting Rowena to marry her son, Oberon.
Because of this reason he thought Rowena might actually be blind to what kind of person Rebecca really was. The fact that Rowena never said or did anything about Rebecca confused him. Was she pretending all this time?
Rowena sighed, her gaze once again lost in the vast expanse of the kingdom through the window, "Long before we got married, people assumed that I was destined to wed Oberon," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, like a gentle breeze rustling the parchments on her desk, "The whispers started already the moment I was born, and they grew louder with each passing year."
